"I need it," Naia said, her voice just tinged with lust. "That mortal cock." As the other spirit pulled back, Naia vaulted atop him. Greedy, yellow eyes locked on Sparr as she wriggled the head of his c**k into her slit, then impaled herself on him. "Oh Laampa," she groaned, "he's big."
"He's ours," her fellow spirit moaned. "Use him!"
Naia did just that, slowly grinding on his rigid shaft while hair the color of sea foam danced and tossed around her. "I love mortal flesh," she cooed, dragging her nails across his chest, "so fresh and alive." Her slit clenched and eased mercilessly.
Sparr's entire body was alive with almost unmanageable stimulation. Soft grasses tickled his back, while the breeze carried the scent of pine mingled with... what, brimstone? But mostly the delicious slickne
